Would have such sweetness thus! [footsteps heard.
Hence—let me go!
They’ll not arrest me. I will never fall,
Trust me, by hands ignoble, while this weapon
Can serve me truly! [breaks from her, and exit.
Enter Contarini and Steno, with servants bearing torches.
Contarini.
Ha! the traitor fled!
But one way’s open. Steno—haste—withdraw
Your trusty men, and search within the walls